The heart within my chest holds three chests of its own, way up in its attic.
I stumbled over them in its darkest recess,
Which caused palpitations and a short-lived panic.
It all came back to me.
I had stowed them away many light years ago
During a spring cleaning in which I intended to burry my ego.
I fumbled in the dark to flip the light switch.
The first trunk was massive, as heavy as concrete.
“What in the world did I hoard there?” I exclaimed in near despair.
I opened it on the spot. It was…. empty!!!
Puzzled, I looked at it closely, in search of an explanation.
To my relief, I found a tag that read: “This trunk is filled with Illusions.”
Heartened, I circled Trunk Number Two, dredging my brain for a clue.
It was ornate and feather-light. Was this one empty too?
Then suddenly it dawned on me that it was packed with Dreams Come True!
I became ecstatic way up in the attic.
Instead of discarding unsettling genies,
I had mistakenly stowed away sweet fairies.
Carefully holding my breath,
Not to cause them extra stress,
I gently lifted them out of the dark
To display them on the mantelpiece of my heart…
-What about Trunk Number Three?
-I was certain you would ask me.
This one was filled with Memories: Letters, photos, and diaries.
Give me time to sift through them, which may give rise to another poem!
Anyas Spencer, November 29, 2009